| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVIII. Loneliness Years | | By Walter Savage Landor (17751864) |
| | | YEARS, many parti-colourd years, | |
| Some have crept on, and some have flown, | |
| Since first before me fell those tears | |
| I never could see fall alone. | |
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| Years, not so many, are to come, | 5 |
| Years not so varied, when from you | |
| One more will fall: when, carried home, | |
| I see it not, nor hear Adieu. | | | | |
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